NO HOUR CAN CALL ITSELF ITSELF ALONE

No hour can call itself itself alone -
Each mutters on the heels of that before ;
The potter’s clay is nought before it’s thrown
But our lives are shaped by different law -

For each thought must make the first tomorrows’,
Each sigh or smile consolidate that dream;
Though we deny we own joys or sorrows
‘Tis our minds that bend the travelling stream -

We, and we alone are our worlds true,
We make and see the sunshine and the rain,
We paint ourselves to our own view
Then criticise our God in vain.

So what will change me but a different sight ? -
And for that vision, I must fight.


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